The Dallas daily herald. [volume] (Dallas, Tex.) 1873-1887, 1887-06-18
EILY's LOVERS.

bned.
She was fragile and timid, with long
lashed blue eyes and soft. curling, pale
brown hair. Very much less Of vehe-
ment denial would have sufficed to drive
the little creature discouraged from her
fathers presence; but 30 great was his
anger that even this explosive monosyl-
liable was not enough to express his e1-
ritement.
"You will not go near the Wyldes, If
Kate Wylde sends for you every hour in
lhe day. Not that care for them; but
you meet Launt Winslow there, and
and I have other plans for you. Don't
deny it'll" cycling sharply the wide blue
eyes, quickly appraised.
"Deny it, fatherP Why shouldIa"
Peter Boscobel frowhed and stopped.
There was something in the fair child
like face which quoted his excitement.
Ibid not say that you cared anything
about him, but l have heard-.It Is
enough that say you cannot go!" alb
ruptly.
Lily silently left the room, a submits
sive little figure in a lilac dress, so del
icate and frail little figure, that the
mans heart smote him as he looked af-
fer it.
1t was only two years since Lily's
mother had died, and she was exceed.
Ingly like her mother.
"You can 60 anywhere else, Lily" he
called more kindly.
Lily went back to the parlor, and
tried bravely to continue her practic-
Ing; but after a few minutes, the small
fingers faltered from their task, and the
fair head dropped upon the folded arm,
while the great tears, bravely kept back
20 long. splashed upon the piano keys.
Peter Boscobel would have stoutly
denied that he did not love his daugh-
ter; but since his love seemed never to
temper his sternness, what did it mat
tor to that tender spirit that she was Sc.
cretly his idol?
Unfortunately, his was one OF those
exceptional natures which do not know
how to show love. His child, who was
his heiress and the object Of his life's
ambition, starved and persisted daily
for realization of affection.
Never in her life, she remembered
had her father bestowed upon her 9
caress. No other want was left un'
satisfied; every accomplishment was
bestowed upon her. She lived in lux
ury; but, so exacting his nature, sc
stern his manner, this man had evei
extended slavery of force over the sole
daughter OF his house and heart.
But that he was her father, and, APP
parently, the sole arbiter Of her fate
she would never have spoken to him
So many, many times, when he die
not dream of it, he had nearly broker
her heart.
1t was not her disappointment she
was crying over now-though. in hei
loneliness, she had longed for q visit tc
the pleasant Wyldes-but that she hao
been treated as q rebel, and her limo
cent request met with harshnesi
which she felt had no cause.
But by and by her tears dried with
secondary thought-Launt Winslow
Why should her father care that she
did meet him there?
He was Fate Wylde's cousin-had
been brought mp with her. He was
Colonel Wylde's favorite nephew. Ht
was gentleman. She was sure, in girl.
ish phraseology, that he was mice.
What gentle ways he hadl What {
mellow voice to sing with
What responsive thrill Hates hear
ty deiight that ne was not going W
Florida for the winter had awakened II
her heart.
All at once her fathers meaning cam'
10 her. The scarlet blood surged tC
her temples, and she caught her breath
Handsome Launt Winslow choose hel
for sweetheart She had never dreamed
Of such thing.
But now she started up nervously
and began wandering restlessly about
the room, touching things absently ant
Aimlessly, the young cheek flushing ant
paling by turns.
Had she cared TO 60 to the Wylde'
because Launt Winslow was there? Sh'
was fain 10 deny it, but the sudden voic'
Of her heart held her spellbound and il
nsidenly fear.
Poor, lonely little Lilyl This exper'
ience had found her out very early.
She was but seventeen, and modesty
itself. II was not in her 10 arrogate tC
herself any Importance as Peter Boco
hels heiress and she did not know how